The leaves are falling discouraged,
a thick fog covers the pond. The wild geese cry frightened
on the lake, cry yet.
Of dreams dark on my head and a weight on my heart.
A year will pass before the cry of the geese resounds again,
but I will not hear.

Sunrise no life
Only the master
The eyes of the North and the frozen breeze
Northrend tides Icecrown throne
Ruled by the frozen throne
Plagued by unholy death
Screams of the fallen souls
Filled with eternal death
Silence
No peace
Pain now rising
Tides of Northrend
Frozen the seas
Frost in the winds
Sunrise only death
Above the frozen hills
Below the crystal lake
The lord of North and the frozen crown
Frozen the tides
Clouds fill the skies
No sounds of light
Rise unholy night